Checkin' the List

One more bucket list item crossed off:

Team CHA CHA CHAs for Ta Tas (colleagues)

Four steep hills, a feeling of "holy hell this is harder than I thought" and a few minutes earlier finish than I had anticipated, the first 5k race is under the belt and it feels fantastic. So fantastic I had to reward myself with one of these:

Courtesy of wouldibuyitagain.com 

Yah, yah, athletic goals shouldn't be rewarded with food, but...you won't tell anyone, will you?

 Congrats and cheers to the amazing women and men who crossed the finish line today. May your victory be a piece of tomorrow's cure!

They Will Survive

Courtesy of CBS

Just a friendly reminder today's the last day to donate to Race for the Cure, honoring the survivors and helping millions of others battle breast cancer. Thanks so much for considering!

Speaking of survival, if you have any spare positive vibes, could you send them my way tomorrow morning as I attempt to run my first 5k? Yikes! And of course MUCH more importantly, to all those there whose lives have been touched by breast cancer. For example, dear friend and survivor Jennifer, who I'm honored to support and run on behalf Sunday. Each day I'm overwhelmed at her strength, courage, fortitude and grace that make her the remarkable woman she is. She brings such a glow to this world and everyone she touches becomes a little better.

Thanks to all of you who give everyday, with smiles, hard work, strong character and more. You're what makes this place one awesome universe for all kinds of causes, including just living.

See you tomorrow...hopefully at the finish line!

My Thoughts Exactly

"So, have you read it?" my friend whispered excitedly across the small linoleum table that sat cock-eyed in our lunch room, anxiously awaiting for my response and sentiments that is "Fifty Shades of Grey."

After admitting I read all three, likely due to my psychotic commitment to goals, I found myself struggling to provide my review. Then I stumbled upon this little beauty in the Star.

Well played, Cindy, well played. My sentiments exactly. At least on the whole book review part...

Keep in mind this will not, however, keep me from reading "Bared to You" or something like that. And I already snarfed some popcorn during "Magic Mike." So hey, I'm guilty as all the rest of them.

What can I say? This gal loves a good trend. Feminist or not.

Gettin' Restless

Courtesy of buzzle.com

"Soooo - you're here because he's not...sleeping?" the nurse asked curiously, perhaps even a bit increduously at a set of parents who were forthcoming enough to request a doctor's time for this sort of thing. After all, that's a big part of what kids do, right? Not sleep?

"Yes, that's the case," I said with confidence, the dark circles lining my eyes adding to my tone that I meant it.

Minutes later (yah our pediatrician rocks her throughput), Dr. D arrives, having already reviewed little dude's chart, the causations practically circling her head as she asked us a few key questions. One of which was something along the lines of rumpled sheets, the amount of time it took him to wind down, etc. Immediately my defense flew up, thinking she was going to head straight for the dreaded acronym of ADD, but instead I was pleased to hear her ask:

"Has you or anyone in your family been diagnosed with restless leg syndrome (RLS)?"

Why yes, doc, yes we have. My legs nearly ached in response just hearing the words. Couple that with wanting to punch myself in the face for not having thought of it before or bringing him in earlier and I was about ready to pop out of my seat...

One blood test later (go little dude for taking two whole viles with the distraction of a lollipop and one very charismatic nurse), we discovered his iron was low, an indicator for RLS in ped patients and were sent home with supplements and a dream. Oh, and a much-needed lecture on the tactics of three-year olds and how we could toughen up to aid in the behavior (admitted parent fail here - what can I say - I'm a softie with baggage).

Two weeks later our sleep situation improved with a dose of Fer-in-sol, nightly leg massages and some tough love (aka Ferberizing when your child actually gets it and can guilt trip the crap out of you), and now we exist as a mostly happy family once again. In fact, most evenings we average 1-2 wakeups and many of them none, getting back to what was our utopia for nearly the first three years of his life.

RLS - who knew?

No more gettin' restless with the restlessness-just back to rest. Marriage saved. Child saved. All is right in the world again.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............

5 at 5 For 5 and .5

Today I accomplished something I never imagined I'd be capable of: running (ok, jogging) 5 miles. At 5 a.m. All in anticipation for a 5k this weekend (and the little .5 marathon in Oct.).

5 for 5 for 5....before the big .5.

I must say it feels pretty darn good.

High five!

Why's the WEEK Hafta END!?

 From meeting Spiderman to close ups with KC's finest animals, a late afternoon, outdoor swim, strategizing over a best friend's baby-to-be's digs, attending my first run club, pizza night with family, and out of town visitors it was a weekend to truly be grateful for. Hope your Monday is filled with the weekend's memories too!

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

With two boys down for the count with sinus craziness, I plan to take advantage of their hours of extra zzzzs with this little project:

Source: thirtyhandmadedays.com via Megan on Pinterest

I understand we're welcoming a reporter, a Mom of a 12 and four year old and from the looks of it today, a golfer and a gal that likes pink luggage. Sounds pretty perfect, doesn't it?

Now let's hope they're supporters of slice and dice cookies without any judgement...